Coco and Yoda are Nate's babies. Except when they're his little brothers. We take them for walks, read stories with them, tuck them into bed and sometimes they even accompany us to the store. Often I have to put them under my shirt and then "give birth" to them. I am required to "talk" them in a squeaky voice. A lot. This is clearly payback for all of the times I made my mom play Greatest American Hero.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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Monday, February 10, 2014
We've had to go to some indoor place spaces to fight the cabin fever. Here are some blurry phone pics from some outings to LICM and Once Upon a Treetop. I don't have a picture, but the phone exhibit was his favorite at the museum. This is probably surprising to no one that knows Nate and has been on the other end of his new found phone obsession.